If you feel a bit like me and massively helpless at the absolute fucking racist scumbaggery happening in NI right now, here’s something that feels like it’ll make a difference where it matters:
We are raising funds to support people who have been attacked, displaced and traumatised in racist attacks in Belfast.
It is a sign of how tired I am that I just looked over at @solar76.bsky.social’s jumper on a chair and thought it was Dexter, the cat from 3 doors down who comes to hang out. It would not be unusual for him to be there, it’s one of his spots, but he has not called tonight and absolutely I know this.
Miriam Crozier
The Beetroot of the Beast. I know it looks like liver, but I promise it’s beetroot. Maybe, given its shape-shifting appearance, it’s only fitting that it’s satanic.
My choir were singing tonight - Brahms German Requiem; an absolutely dreamy piece & fab for altos. I got the best compliment from tonight’s conductor, who told our chorus director that my connection with him was so good I gave him confidence to conduct & I am an exemplary chorister. BUZZING!
Have hauled my croaky arse down to the QFT to see the new Marianne Faithfull doco, Broken English. I feel like I could currently deliver a pretty accurate rendition of Broken English right now, after this week’s exertions.
